Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 890

In the car escaping Dark Organization headquarters, Wilson frowned and

embraced Yvette, letting her lean against him.

"You don't look well, baby. Rest for a while first."

Yvette didn't refuse, obediently leaning into his broad, warm chest.

She was indeed very tired. Ever since those strange symptoms started occurring, she had become easily tired. She pursed her lips at the thought of those frequent symptoms, her gaze turning cold.

Yvette had been looking really unwell for the past few days.

Wilson's eyes narrowed, and he started thinking quietly to himself.

Could he have tired her out that night? It seemed he would have to exercise some restraint in the future...

When he spoke again, he sounded upset and full of self-reproach. "It's all my fault, baby. I'll show more restraint in the future."

Yvette's face reddened, realizing that he had misunderstood. Still, she didn't try to explain things to himself.

with her body. They wouldn't be able to hide from Theodore for long, so investigating the truth

your stamina is terrible." Yvette's face reddened

"Shut up!"

he was the one who didn't understand restraint and had given her a tough time, yet he dared blame her stamina

that she was easily embarrassed, Wilson's smile deepened. However, he

I'll shut up. Just rest, baby," he

her lips, then leaned back against him and closed her eyes. She had

in an unfamiliar room. She got out of bed and exited the room to see Wilson sitting on

she didn't know what he was doing. She walked quickly over to him

into his embrace

in the world, hooking her arms around his

I want a

remain unmoving even after she spoke, she frowned in dissatisfaction. Then, the next moment, she met his

you take a look at what I'm doing right now,

only now noticing the laptop facing them on the coffee table. The screen displayed an ongoing video call with several high-ranking

arrival had obviously disrupted the

executives on the screen were at first shocked, looking as if they were questioning themselves as how someone

commented on her waist hurting, and their expressions changed. Now, they looked more as if they were watching a